And what's above is in the past As sure as all the angels are. — Wallace Stevens Angel Copy Share Image
The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so. — Wallace Stevens Inspirational Copy Share Image
As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible. — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
What's down below is in the past Like last night's crickets, far below. — Wallace Stevens Cricket Copy Share Image
What is one man among so many men? What are so many men in such a world? Can one man think one… — Wallace Stevens Humanity Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow — Wallace Stevens Flower Copy Share Image
The truth in a calm world, In which there is no other meaning, itself Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself… — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
In a world of universal poverty The philosophers alone will be fat Against the autumn winds In an autumn that will be… — Wallace Stevens Autumn Copy Share Image
Poetry has to be something more than a conception of the mind. It has to be a revelation of nature. Conceptions are… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And… — Wallace Stevens Nature Copy Share Image
How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend? — Wallace Stevens Books Copy Share Image
Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Diaries are very futile. I must be all dream or all deed. It is quite impossible for me to express any of… — Wallace Stevens Diaries Copy Share Image
I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard… — Wallace Stevens Compass Copy Share Image
The winter is made and you have to bear it, The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind, For all the… — Wallace Stevens Bears Copy Share Image
New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn?… — Wallace Stevens Autumn Copy Share Image
One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow,… — Wallace Stevens Challenges Copy Share Image
Ethics are no more a part of poetry than theyare of painting. — Wallace Stevens Artist Copy Share Image
Funest philosophers and ponderers, Their evocations are the speech of clouds. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential. — Wallace Stevens Conceptions Copy Share Image
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem. — Wallace Stevens Everyday Copy Share Image
We have been a little insane about the truth. We have had an obsession. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic. — Wallace Stevens Artistic Copy Share Image
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark. — Wallace Stevens Dark Copy Share Image
Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself. — Wallace Stevens Beautiful Copy Share Image
The whole race is a poet that writes down / The eccentric propositions of its fate. — Wallace Stevens Eccentric Copy Share Image
